The Snow Queen Gets Lonely - Sex Stories

The Snow Queen Gets Lonely

... symphony.

“Fuck…me…harder!” she screamed out, the vulgarity foreign yet thrilling on her tongue.

Bracing her hands on the nearby pillar, she pushed back against him with bruising force, spearing herself mercilessly on his rigid length. She felt deliciously impaled, stuffed full of his frozen cock as she used her body to wring every ounce of bliss from their coupling.

The flurries of snow swirling through the throne room intensified into a full-on storm. Icy gales whipped through the grand hall, howling like wolves in the night. The walls and pillars of the castle trembled under the onslaught, groaning ominously as the foundations were tested by Freya's awakened magic.

"Ruin me…" she gasped, drunk on primal lust. She was beyond reason now, a woman possessed. She would let him break her, shatter her, if it meant reaching the bliss she craved.

Over the howling winds, the room rang out with the lewd sounds of their frenzied fucking, of ice slapping on bare flesh. Sharp breaths, guttural moans, and vulgar curses spilled from her lips as she slammed back again and again, impaling herself mercilessly, chasing her pleasure heedless of the destruction she was causing. The cold invaded her womb, penetrating to her very core, even as waves of molten heat coursed through her veins.

She was delirious with need, every inch of her channel crammed full of unforgiving ice, fucking him through the storm wracking her castle. All that mattered was the delicious stretch of him ...

... inside her, the intoxicating friction as she rode his frozen cock with animalistic urgency. She needed this, needed him, with a hunger that consumed all reason.

The storm inside the throne room became a maelstrom, icy winds tearing through the grand hall with the fury of a blizzard. Fissures began to form along the icy floors and walls, fractures spiderwebbing outward with each frenzied thrust.

Let it fall, let it all crumble to ruin around her, she thought—none of it mattered but this exquisite pleasure ravaging every fiber of her being. She would fuck them both to oblivion if that's what it took to sate the raging fire within.

She was close now, so close. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, her frenetic movements losing rhythm as she hurtled towards the precipice. Her neat braids had come undone, the gale force winds whipping her platinum blonde hair wildly around her face with each frenzied thrust.

She dug her fingertips into the icy pillar she was using for leverage, leaving cracks in their wake as she crashed her body back into him brutally, obscenely, relentlessly.

Then, with a feral cry, Freya slammed herself back one final time, taking him to the hilt inside her slick depths - and the storm within her finally broke free.

The force of her climax was cataclysmic. t was an all-consuming inferno blazing through every nerve, obliterating conscious thought. She shook and convulsed, wracked by intense spasms as her inner walls of her pussy clamped down ...